A Day With the Italy Twins!

Of House and Home

"So, why are we here again, dudes?" The American asked, tilting his head for no reason.

"Bloody hell! You mean you up and forgot what we said just minutes ago?!" The group of Nations face palmed (except for Spain, whose happy look slightly faltered) as America nodded.

"C'mon caterpillar face, leave the poor guy be! Anyways, we're here because we all decided to come early -for whatever reasons- and meet up to pay a surprise visit to mi tomate* and his hermano* Feli~!" Spain sing-songed.

Japan, Germany, England, America and the aforementioned Spain were gathered in front of a gate connected to a Victorian-style picket fence that ran the width of the yard before being replaced by short hedges. After swinging the gate open, the nations stepped onto a short pebble path flanked on both sides by small wildflowers that ran up all the way to the front door of the Vargas household. It was larger than they expected, a two-story abode with a creamy exterior, covered in lush vines. Rooms jutted out on either side of the entrance, peppered with windows, giving it a fresher, roomier look. The roof was peppered with a complimentary shade of terra cotta shingles. A balcony with intricate railing connected the sides of the upper floors. Below, cobble steps shrouded in shrubbery lead up to the front door. It was blatantly obvious that the Italies had good taste in houses.

Partially in awe of the mansion, the five stepped up and knocked on the door. They all jumped in surprise when they heard a large, musical 'bwoof' resound from inside, quieting in a howl-like way. Even Spain and Germany, who had been there before, had confused looks on their faces. There was a faint exchange in Italian heard before footsteps made their way to where the nations were waiting. A muffled "Come on you stupid lupa*! You're in my way, vaffanculo*!" Signified who was behind the door as it swung open.

"What the fuck is it- oh Dio*, not you annoying bastards!" Romano exclaimed.

The nations all adopted a look between sheepishness and annoyance, except for Spain, who leaped at the older twin with a flamboyant, "Hola, mi tomate*!"

After being forced off of his favourite Italian, the Spaniard stepped back and took notice of what he was wearing. Romano was clad in dark skinny jeans and a red shirt with sleeves that stopped at his elbows with a slight V-neck that complimented his features. The simple outfit was covered by a beige apron splattered with paint. His dark chocolate hair was ruffled and sported the usual curl. He was marked with paint, most of it on his hands and arms. Overall, it was a pleasing sight to Spain's eyes.

"Looking good, Roma! May we come in?" He asked, hoping to get entry from the Italian who still blocked the doorway.

Romano was opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a voice coming from down the hall.

"Ve~ Fratello? Chi é alla porta*?"

"Quei bastardi nazione*!"

"Oh! Well don't just stand there, let them in! I'll get Luna, don't worry~!"

The group had been watching the exchange with confused looks before Veneziano spoke, and now waited patiently as Romano sighed in submission. A scuffle was heard behind him, with the clacking of claws against tile, the padding of bare feet and the jingle of bands of metal. Lovino checked over his shoulder, slightly smirking at whatever his twin was struggling with before swivelling his head back towards the guests and stepping away.

The five nations entered the house, slipping off their shoes with a mixture of 'thanks' and 'excuse us' (Japan only). They entered into a spacey-looking foyer. It had creamy plaster walls and burgundy terra-cotta flooring. There were couches lined up in an organized matter with neutral colours, and a coffee table was set atop a powder blue rug. A hall and a horizontal half wall made of stones stuck together with concrete separated the kitchen from the rest of the house. Other doorways led off to different parts of the house, and two staircases on either side of the room led up to the upper level.

"Welcome, bastards, to our house. If you fuck anything up, I'll unleash the wolf on you."

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Woooooo! *dances*
First chapter done!

How is it so far? I'm satisfied with it, what about you guys? I hope I kept everyone in character well enough *scratches the back of my neck*.

BTW, Luna is the Italies pet, an Italian wolf that comes and goes like the wind XD. The countries don't know about her, so that'll be one of the first surprises!

Until next time!
-Capt. Candy

Translations (straight from Google amirite)

Spanish:

*Hermano = brother

*Hola, mi tomate = hello, my tomato

Italian:

*lupo/a = wolf

*vaffanculo = fuck off/fuck you (I think)

*Dio = God

*Fratello? Chi é alla porta? = brother? Who's at the door?

*Quei bastardi nazione = those nation bastards